Ball Lyrics – Jay sticky
Singer: Jay sticky
Title: Ball
“Not worry boutta thang all
We finna go 4 it all
We gotta eat & we gotta ball
Fazo my feet I stand Like a dog
You know I’m the truth
When I spit it be raww
Tell my b#tch too shut up
Put my dick in her mouth
Don’t be doing all that
Wyd??
Chill out
My pockets gettin fat I’m Koolin
Thinkin of MurdA
Bumping my music ayeee
“I be riding fast in a hotbox how imma miss Nan-nanaboo
You cannot run from a red dot
Straight head shot no leg shot
Wtf he got in his mind
He lost it, datz his fault
Get him knocked off
Itz grind time
Clap* Clap* Clap*
Perfect timing
Rock out with them dirty sticks turn up that’s how we like it
Nino he ain’t curry
He got 30 in his clippppp
Tell em “ Free Sheed” the fast way
& I’m gone get them backends the bag way
& you can catch me out here speeding
The fast lane
Guess what? Yea
I just f#cked a stripper idk her last name
She cut in her lil tune & go down & do her thangg!
Sticky5x
I just really wanna ball!4x
Not worry boutta thang all
We finna go 4 it all
We gotta eat & we gotta ball
Find more lyrics at lyrics.jspinyin.net
You can purchase their music thruor
Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases
Other Popular Songs:
Harm TN - Diva
Kings Of Leon - I Want You
Lyrics Jay sticky – Ball
Kindly like and share our content. Please follow our site to get the latest lyrics for all songs.
We don’t provide any MP3 Download, please support the artist by purchasing their music 🙂
You can purchase their music thru